Humble Narcissist Novels & Stories

he says and lifts his hands as if to show him he meant no harm, then he looks at me, "I'm not doing anything. I was trying to be nice." "Just leave," I growl, shaking my head and putting a hand over Ash's shoulder because now he's all agitated again, "River, calm down. Let it go." "Fucking prick," he growls and shakes his head, taking a second to calm down before looking down at Ash and smiling big again, "Come on, let us introduce you to everyone. You're a very special boy, you know?" "I know," Ash responds, making us laugh as I consider... did I create a confident child or a narcissistic one? I think he's skating a thin line between those two and now I have to work a bit more on making him

Though she hadn’t met the Brazilian man in person, from the description Libia gave, he seemed like a narcissistic, misanthropic, and selfish guy. “He sounds like quite the character,” Suzanne said with a small smile. Libia took a deep breath. “I know, but I really like him,” she admitted for the first time out loud. “I know it’s stupid, I’m sure he doesn’t want anything serious with me.” Suzanne felt sorry seeing the sadness on her friend’s face. “You know what they say, you can have fun with the wrong guy while waiting for the right one,” Suzanne tried to cheer her up.

Right now, he can only entrust his instinct and his sharp observation that he relied on so many years chasing that jerk. J is always alone. He preferred to sit alone rather than sitting in a crowded place. Because of his narcissistic personality, J always felt his standing and views is different from normal people. Rather than calling those people friends or acquaintances, it more precise to call them insignificant objects. J didn't regard normal people as human, but rather a toy to demean, to play, and to torture. Even he(Ryan) served as J's favorite toy, and not as a police officer that tried to apprehend him.

“Did I shock you?” “I…no…I…” “I couldn't make a lady wait and decided to come in early. You are impressed, right? Well, that is how perfect I am. Besides my looks and wealth, I hate to admit it, but I could be humble like this too.” He wasn't just a sociopath but a narcissist. What on earth have I gotten myself into? “Yes…” I managed to answer. “Let's go grab some lunch. I'm quite hungry.” He opened his arms and nodded me on and I linked in my trembling one.

" What does this man think of himself? I gave him a dirty look hating his smiling face more than anything. "I know you won't listen to me but here's a piece of advice anyways. Please stop being narcissistic because I will never sleep with a demon. I was under the impression that you're just an egocentric man but didn't know you are a pervert as well." He immediately looked at me fiercely with an offended look. His expression changing faster than my thoughts. "Pervert? I'm a pervert?"

The very notion repeats itself in my mind ad nauseam. “You got a fucking problem mate?” the loathsome creature snaps, the malicious odour around him intensifying as his mind runs through all the contemptible yet hilarious ways he would love to put me in my place. It amuses me how the most sadistic of humans are also the most stupid. Their inability to feel humility or empathy gives them a warped sense of self; a grandiose reflection that impedes them from seeing the dangers they willingly put themselves in. Dangers I feel no compulsion to warn them about.

"I've been standing here for a minute, yet you still haven't noticed me. When did I become so invisible?" I quickly sat up straight and said with some embarrassment, "I didn't notice that you were here. Why didn't you make a sound?" "I never have to remind anyone of my presence. You are getting bolder." Blake came to me and pulled a chair over. I couldn't help but chuckle. "You are narcissistic. It's not a good habit. Noah is the same as you now. He's such a narcissist, though he's just a boy." "Narcissism comes from confidence and capital. Not everyone has them," Blake said plausibly.

She really is a clean soul; she is a pure woman, and she has not grasped the magnitude of the problem she has gotten herself into, but once I instill in her what is right and mold her to my tastes and beliefs, she will be the perfect doll for me. I will enjoy making her mine so much that everyone will know about it. I put the diary away and frowned. This man's words sounded like the beginning of his descent into madness. But I wasn't surprised that my mother had fallen into the clutches of someone like him; you didn't have to be very smart to understand the context in which a person like that wrote his desires. He must have been more than a pathological narcissist; he must have had serious p

"Do you have to get on my nerves, Giselle?" His resentment was as clear as day. Giselle, who knew him well, was aware that he must be really upset now. But that did not matter. It no longer had anything to do with her. She glanced lazily at him as she chuckled. "Jonathan, my dear nephew. I have no grudge against you, so why would I get on your nerves? "Narcissism is a disorder. You need to get that fixed." She had always been sharp-tongued. However, this personality of hers was not something Jonathan was familiar with.

He also walked away. No woman has ever made me feel so inferior and awful as that crazy mud girl did... I can't let go of this just like that. She has to have a weakness and I'm going to use that to make her be at my mercy.... she insulted the wrong billionaire...